i look at my shaking hands holding a cigarette and wonder
when i started smoking so much
when i started breathing in nicotine
the way i used to breathe in the scent on your neck
why i have to get **** drunk to forget the way you made me feel
while i kiss other boys and assure my friends that it's fine,
i'm over you
you were nothing to me, really
just a boy who doesn't know how to treat a woman
i look at you
breathing in nicotine like you're trying to suffocate your thoughts
and wonder
if you feel this way, too